Another Chapter

I love when the train goes by at night. 

Its blaring horn sounds loud and clear, piercing the air, interrupting whatever else is going on. 

It shouts for me when I feel like I don’t have the space. It shouts for me when I haven’t acknowledged that I’m upset. It shouts for me. 

I love when the train shouts for me. I feel better. And when the horn is done announcing the trains presence, the low rumbling of it chugging through the night goes on, telling me that life will be alright. 

I’ll scream and go on. Scream and go on. 

Thank you, Train.